leola76

It finally happened.

After weeks of silence, I accidentally ran into the coward. He really didn't have much to say for himself, he just kept shaking his head saying "I'm sorry...I really don't know what else to say"

Right.

I question the genuineness of the apologies. One of many things I learned about said ex-lover is that he is the type of person who always has to appear to be the nice, likeable guy.

"Perhaps I could have handled things differently...You deserve better than that"

Something tells me he files these phrases under "Appeasement" for easy access.

I could go off on another tangent about my lingering bitterness, but I've expressed enough negativity about him in my journals. It's time to focus on the positive

I was able to re-claim power in this situation merely by coming face-to-face with him. The conversation was civil, but I still stood by the sentiments I originally expressed through written word nearly two months ago. I told him how much he hurt me. I told him his avoidant behaviour was completely unneccessary, as I am far more reasonable than what his actions have hitherto suggested. I can recall several moments where his stewing arrogance would surface and manifest through self-righteous and petty quips. Locking him into a confessional had a noticeable subduing effect on his obnoxious inner child, and for once, he wasn't acting like a pompous ass.

Our discussion ran for but a few minutes, then he raised his glass for a toast. I suppose that was his way of calling a truce. I wasn't particularily convinced by this gesture, but that really doesn't matter to me. What matters is that he finally realized one very important thing:

He who screws with the Leola must answer to the Leola



I'll be in touch with you all soon